this year,

there were
no aromas
of fairs
or festivals
to fill
the air

just the
essence of
burning wood
by the shore
to share

the
hot summer
night
left her
hungry and
thirsty

each drink
she would
celebrate the
stars in
the sky that
made her
irresistibly
flirty

she begged
the moon
to undress her,
kiss her
******* and
*******
and make
love to her
by the fire

kissing and
exploring
every
soft curve
on her body
of which
he never
would tire

suddenly she....

******
her hips hard
against his
mouth into
a climactic
unique filled
desire

after exhaling
many a
"oh fxxks" ...
she lied there
satisfied,
vulnerable
and whispered...

"i hope that you're single
with any
good luck?"

'Yours and everyone's concrete poet'
-👷🏻‍♂️-